listen to the song I played the most on my ipod these days. dont know why. eventhough this is not a new song, it's just so............. umm suitable.
Comfortable - John Mayer
I just remembered that time at the market// snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart// And rode down aisle five// you looked behind you and smiled back at me// crashed into a rack full of magazines// they asked us if we could leave
Can't remember what went wrong last September// though i'm sure you'd remind me, if you had to// Our love was, comfortable and// so broken in
I sleep with this new girl I’m still getting used to// My friends all approve, say “she’s gonna be good for you.”// They throw me high fives.// She says the Bible is all that she reads.// and prefers that I not use profanity// Your mouth was so dirty// Life of the party// And she swears that she’s artsy// But you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane// Our love was comfortable and so broken in.
She’s perfect// So flawless// Or so they say// Hey and// Say, Heyyyyy.
She thinks I can’t see the smile that she’s fakin’// Poses for pictures that aren’t being taken// I loved you
grey sweat pants// No make up// So perfect
Our love was comfortable and so broken in//
No, no, no, no I want you back// Want you back. Back// That you were my first love// Is just dumb, dumb, stupid luck// A technicality// You will always be ahead of me// Oh, oh, tell me// Why I have to practice on you// Why I have to practice on your heart// Oh
I just remembered that time at the market// snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart// And rode down aisle five// you looked behind you and smiled back at me// crashed into a rack full of magazines// they asked us if we could leave
Can't remember what went wrong last September// though i'm sure you'd remind me, if you had to// Our love was, comfortable and// so broken in
I sleep with this new girl I’m still getting used to// My friends all approve, say “she’s gonna be good for you.”// They throw me high fives.// She says the Bible is all that she reads.// and prefers that I not use profanity// Your mouth was so dirty// Life of the party// And she swears that she’s artsy// But you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane// Our love was comfortable and so broken in.
She’s perfect// So flawless// Or so they say// Hey and// Say, Heyyyyy.
She thinks I can’t see the smile that she’s fakin’// Poses for pictures that aren’t being taken// I loved you
grey sweat pants// No make up// So perfect
Our love was comfortable and so broken in//
No, no, no, no I want you back// Want you back. Back// That you were my first love// Is just dumb, dumb, stupid luck// A technicality// You will always be ahead of me// Oh, oh, tell me// Why I have to practice on you// Why I have to practice on your heart// Oh
